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Tracy Newman I punch the clock as the sun goes down Fire up my truck and drive Eighteen miles to the edge of town To get home as my love comes alive I wanna make it to her arms Before the magic starts And feel the beating of her heart as she becomes Night blooming jasmine Intoxicating flower Most fragrant of the night She’s all business when the morning comes But that’s okay with me She has to fold up her petals and get things done She can’t always be wild and free But as the sun starts to descend And the day begins to end What makes her open up again and become? Night blooming jasmine Intoxicating flower Most fragrant of the night She says it’s no mystery She’s says she’s just turned on by me She says that’s what sets her free It’s when I turn the front door key She says it’s all because of me that she becomes Night blooming jasmine Intoxicating flower Most fragrant of the night Tracy Newman & Reni Santoni Won’t you take a look around your heart And tell me if you see Did I leave a kiss inside of you I meant to take with me? It could be sticking to a promise You carelessly mislaid Or tangled up in memories We could have shared someday My kisses are your kisses As long as you are mine But if you’re leaving me I’m not leaving them behind I guess if you object to giving back What’s really mine I could take a half a kiss right now The rest some other time I’m only looking for that one kiss That swept you off your feet So if you find it in your heart Please give it back to me (CHO) And if you’re thinkin’ I’m just tryin’ to get A few new kisses from you Don’t flatter yourself; I’m just collecting my things My hat, my kisses and my tennis shoes (CHO) Tracy Newman Making the whole world laugh Live from New York every Saturday night For a solid gold hour and a half. Blinded by the lights and the backstage drama Never knowing the extent of her fame ‘til late one night in the lobby of the Plaza John Lennon shouted out her name – Laraine, Laraine.
If you could see yourself now that the dust has settled After all your stumbling and rising from the rubble You’d be so glad you’re you If you could see yourself as I do. Now I’m watching you watch your two girls swimming As you bask by the pool, in the sun You bring up your hand to shade your eyes Gently caution your little one They’re begging you to jump into the pool You get up and walk slowly to the side Turn your back to the water; lift your eyes to the sky Fall straight back with your arms open wide – Laraine, Laraine. If you could see yourself now, such a natural mother Like you hopped out of one life into another You’d be so glad they have you If you could see yourself as I do.
I love you, little sister, and how lucky for me My best friend is actually a member of my family Laraine, Laraine, Laraine, Laraine Thirty years ago, just a toothpick of a girl… Tracy Newman On San Lorenzo there’s a place in the sun. We’ll take the dogs and let ‘em run Around the yard at a place in the sun. A change of scenery might be the thing To remind us why I’m wearing your ring We can be just a woman and a man Shootin’ the breeze and getting’ a tan, at A place in the sun (4) We’ll pretend we’ve just begun We just met at a place in the sun We’ll eat chocolate we’ll drink rum Break the rules at a place in the sun If there’s no spark in three days time You go your way and I’ll go mine No one’ll say that we didn’t try And what a way to say goodbye, at A place in the sun (Jump in the water) A place in the sun (What could be hotter?) A place in the sun (No aggravation) A place in the sun (Palm Springs vacation) I’m not trying to make you drool, but There’s a TV by the pool Maybe that’ll sweeten the deal And we can find out how we feel, at A place in the sun (You’ll get to see me) A place in the sun (In my bikini, for a) A place in the sun (Change in direction) A place in the sun (A little affection) A place in the sun (I’ll bring my bike, and) A place in the sun (You bring your Vicoden, and) ETC. Tracy Newman It’s Sunday morning and busy as it can be I take the last available seat at the counter Where the new guy is stationed right in front of me All four of his machines are overflowing with batter It’s oozing down the cabinet to the floor It’s two inches deep; he can hardly keep his footing Three waitresses are waiting for Waffles… if he can’t make ‘em, they can’t serve ‘em Shouldn’t we diners take a closer look at him? Five foot five, barely seventeen Legs tangled up in dirty apron strings Really bad skin, two broken teeth Arms like sticks poking out of his sleeves A chef’s hat teetering on his big ears He’s sweating like a pig, he’s fighting back the tears In this trial by fire -- The boy who mans the waffle irons. A buzzer sounds; a waffle’s ready, so he lifts the lid He can’t ease the waffle out, so he grabs a fork He stabs at the waffle, it breaks into little pieces He digs them out and flicks them on the floor A young waitress can’t resist, she tries to help him But the man in charge of eggs throws her a look She backs away; I guess the egg man is the owner Or the father of this awkward would-be cook, of Waffles, if he can’t make ‘em, they can’t serve ‘em We’re all thinking that this job’s too much for him. Five foot five, barely seventeen Legs tangled up in dirty apron strings Really bad skin, two broken teeth Arms like sticks pokin’ out of his sleeves A chef’s hat teetering on his big ears He’s sweatin’ like a pig, he’s fightin’ back the tears Ain’t it time to fire The boy who mans the waffle irons Just look at all our plates lined up beside the waffle boy Bacon, eggs and sausage all congealing Everyone is hungry, little children are crying So who cares how a teenager is feeling? Then, suddenly he puts a waffle on an egg-filled plate His ragged smile would take your breath away He spins around to show the waffle to that waitress But like a Frisbee it sails right off the plate And flies into the face of the egg man Who catches it and looks down at the kid He holds up the waffle for all of us to see it Then he smiles and says, “Do you see what my boy did? Waffles! My boy can make ‘em, we can serve ‘em And I always knew he had the gift in him!” Five foot five, barely seventeen Legs tangled up in dirty apron strings Really bad skin, two broken teeth Arms like sticks pokin’ out of his sleeves A chef’s hat teetering on his big ears He’s sweatin’ like a pig, he’s fightin’ back the tears Oh, there’ll be no firin’ And we’re all admirin’ And he’s awe-inspirin’ The boy who mans the waffle irons Badger Clark Coyote yappin’ lazy on the hill Sleepy winks of light along the far sky line Time for millin’ cattle to be still So now, the lightnin’s far away The coyote’s nothin’ sceery Just singin’ to his deary Yay-ho, amala holiday So settle down, ye cattle, til the mornin’ Nothin’ on the hazy plains that you folks need Nothin’ we can see to take your eye Still we gotta watch you or you’ll all stampede Stumblin’ down some ‘rroyo bank to die So, now, for still the shadows stay The moon is slow and steady The sun comes when it's ready Yay-ho, amala holiday! So settle down, ye cattle, til the mornin’ Mostly it's a moonlit world the trail winds through Cain't see much beyond our saddle horns Always far away is misty silver-blue Always underfoot it's rocks and thorns
So, now, it must be this a-way The dust it keeps you blinkin' We're seven miles from drinkin' Yay-ho, amala holiday Settle down, ye cattle, til the mornin’. Tracy Newman And let you walk into my heart I was the light of your life You wanted me for your wife at the start. You loved me better in times when all your nickels and dimes Went into payphones to hear me say no Ever since I said yes, You give your love less and less, and it shows. What good does it do to understand you? You landed me, you branded me One of many You loved me better when you were busy singing the blues I see how you needed that sound Now that I’ve taken you in I’m taking it on the chin every round. You loved me better when I was out with some other guy And you were dying to be in his shoes How could I ever have guessed That what you really liked best was to lose? What good does it do to understand you? Knowing why you are, the guy you are Doesn’t put me back upon a pedestal Tracy Newman To travel ‘round the world But that’s not how she spends it She’s not that kind of girl She saves it for procedures Face lifts and the like Keeps a surgeon on retainer Ready with a knife Diane wants a man to love her for herself But bit by bit, Diane is turning into someone else Diane is pushing forty Maybe fifty, who can say? All signs of age and history Have been stripped away Her furrowed brow is gone now She has a new profile The little smirk unique to her Is now a perfect smile Diane wants a man to love her for herself But bit by bit, Diane is turning into someone else You’ve gotta hand it to her She really does look younger She has turned back the clock But her eyes reveal such hunger Diane wants a man to love her for herself But bit by bit Diane is turning into someone else Maybe a man will help her love herself Before the real Diane is gone Lynne Stewart & Tracy Newman Santa don’t have a figure like you And his eyes aren’t red from cryin’ And he don’t stand just under five-two Mama, that pillow is slippin’ And your pretty blond hair’s showing through And ain’t that the necklace I made you? And I bet Santa don’t have the flu It’s a clear Christmas sky in Atlanta Millions of stars bright as can be Mama, I know you ain’t Santa I’ve seen him up close, I’ve sat on his knee But Billy don’t know you ain’t Santa How could he, he’s only two Billy don’t remember daddy But, Mama, you and I do Thanks for the skirt you made over And thanks for dying it red And Billy sure loves that puppy We’ll never get him to bed There’s a clear Christmas sky in Atlanta Millions of stars twinkling bright Mama, I know you ain’t Santa But I promise I’ll always remember this night Now, let me play Santa for Billy You go upstairs and take a rest ‘Cause you make one lousy Santa But as a mama for Billy and me -- you are the best
Tracy Newman Adios, adieu mi amor. (2) Easier said than done Yeah, it’s easy to say But watch him walk away Try to get through one day. Goodbye, goodbye, aloha Adios, adieu mi amor. (2) No matter what he has done To make you so mad You’re feeling so sad You’re missing the lad. Goodbye, goodbye, aloha Adios, adieu mi amor. First you wallow, wallow, wallow, wallow, wallow in pain, Then you swallow all your pride and take the bad boy back again. Goodbye, goodbye, aloha Adios, adieu mi amor. (2) Easier said than done. |
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